« How I held Up Reagan | Main | Things in the Dirt »
November 12, 2004
My Neighbor Got in a Fight
I spent most of the weekend painting the new walls and ceiling in my bedroom. I couldn't find a yellow color I liked in the "oops" rack at the local home improvement superwarehouse, so I went with a orange-ish color I had in my basement already.
I try not to paint a room's walls one solid color, instead I paint designs on them and my design for the walls included a triangle/diamond pattern (like an argyle sock) in one part of the room. After I painted the two triangles of orange on my walls I stepped back and realized the color looked, well a lot more like pink than it did orange.
So I had two pink triangles at the top of my bedroom wall.
This won't really make a difference, as it seems no one else will ever see the bedroom, but I was a little concerned.
I went outside to see how the colors looked through the windows and was accosted by a group of my neighbrors drinking forties on the stoop. They asked me again to put their utilities in my name because the gas and elestric were shut off after they failed to pay their $1200 bill, and I again refused.
The one yelled out to me, "Mr Brian, where'd you go the other night? Why'd you leave me at the bar?"
I looked and noticed it was Derrick, the guy from two doors down. Last weekend I went with him and a female neighbor down to the corner lesbian (important later) bar for a beer while I waited for my friend to call and tell me where I should meet her for a night of whatever it was we were going to do.
When my friend did call I left (but not before gorging myself on the free vegetable spread), as did my female neighbor, but Derrick stayed behind. "I went to meet a friend. Why?"
"They tried to beat me up."
What?
Well, I was dancing with this girl and some other girl comes up to me and grabs me. Then she's like 'why you dancing with her? Why you touching her?' So's I tell her I can dance with whoever I want to and she gets all in my face like she wants to fight n' pushes me. And man I ain't about to be the laughing stock of the neighborhood because I got be up by a girl, so I push her back. You know, like get outta my face. She's real big like, and all in my face, so I pushed her and then she jumps up on the table and pulls out her badge. She's a cop. Bawldamore [Baltimore] city cop. And she pulls out her badge and says, 'I'm a cop. You can't touch me.'
Wait. She jumped up on the table. On top of the table?
Yeah. She jumped up on the table and pulled out her badge. Man I thought you were still there and I had back up, but then I didn't see you and she must have had a radio or something on her because then I heard sirens n' shit and I just ran, man. I ran down the ally and hopped my back fence and hid underneath my picnic table I got back there.
Something about the story sounds a little fishy, but I can't quite get my finger on it. He said they cleared the bar; he saw that from his front stoop less than a hundred yards from the bar (he must have gone there after waiting underneath his picnic table for a while). But why would they do that just because a guy pushed a drunk off duty cop away from him?
What I think is he did get his ass kicked.
Posted by calculatoronfire at November 12, 2004 09:24 PM